Honey-Lee – The Journeys of a TG Nympho

Preface – The Making of a TG Nymph

When Papa died, he left the 7000 acre ranch in north-western Alberta, Canada to my two brothers and me, along with 802 head of cows, most with calves at foot, and several decent breeding bulls. The whole place was mostly paid for and we had an assortment of about 40 riding horses, a dozen or so trucks, quads, ATV’s and a eight-place , two-engine Comanche airplane we could all fly, each having soloed by our thirteenth birthdays. There was even a $20,000.00 insurance policy to bury Daddy beside Mama up on the knoll behind the house.

Sag and Bru knew, of course, that I had been born a boy, but Papa so much wanted a little girl that he named me “Honey-Lee” and raised me as a girl from the get-go. They kept my blond hair long, dressed me in skinny girl’s jeans, pink flower-patterned shirts and girls’ boots with pink appliqués and pink stitching. And every day, Papa kissed me and called me “Papa’s Little Girl”. Mama taught me to cook and sew and I was mostly exempted from the dirtier or heavier jobs around the ranch. Sag and Bru were fiercely protective of their little sister. At age 11, Mama and Papa flew me down to a clinic in Edmonton several times, I was put on some “vitamins” to keep me healthy and life went on as before. I still take “vitamins” and I’m verrry healthy.

All of the neighbours remarked as how Papa was a mighty fine man having left his affairs in good order and his family so well set. Since I was only fifteen at the time, some of the Social Services women came poking about but since my older brother Saginaw (Sag) was just turned eighteen and my other brother Bruster (Bru) was seventeen, Papa’s lawyer, Mr. Chancier was able to run them off. Sag got appointed to be my “guardian” which authority he abused, in my opinion, but our lives carried on nearly as before when papa and mama were there. We mostly knew what they would say or do in any situation so, although I desperately missed papa, we carried on as though they were just down to Edmonton or Ponoka to sell or buy stock.

The herds expanded, we got a little reputation for our high-production Charloise bulls after we won Best of Breed at a few shows, I graduated from high school, Bru enrolled in an on-line, government approved “Bachelor of Agriculture” program. “Never knew you had to take schooling to be a bachelor”, everyone ribbed him. Sag., sounding every day more like Papa, decreed I should study business at the University of Alberta. So I did. As it turned out, business and economics appealed to me and I excelled, graduating in four years with a BCom degree and two years later with an MBA(H) with a minor in Advanced Mathematics. Suddenly I was 22 and still a virgin. Several job offers emerged but my only desire was to return HOME. Of course I had been home many times over my university years but those visits were always temporary. When I returned home at age 22, it was, in my mind, for good.

I demanded and made changes in our breeding programs, feeding and marketing.